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A Reading by Lily Tuck
The National Book Award–winning author of The News from Paraguay, Siam, I Married You for Happiness, and other books of fiction and biography reads from her work.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Campus Center, Weis Cinema
 [A Reading by Lily Tuck] Introduced by Bradford Morrow, this event is free and open to the public; no tickets or reservations required.

"Tuck is a genius with moments … Her ability to capture beauty will remind readers of Margaret Yourcenar and Marguerite Duras." —Los Angeles Book Review

Born in Paris, LILY TUCK is the author of four previous novels: Interviewing Matisse, or the Woman Who Died Standing Up; The Woman Who Walked on Water; Siam, or the Woman Who Shot a Man, which was nominated for the 2000 PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction; and The News from Paraguay, winner of the National Book Award. She is also the author of the biography Woman of Rome: A Life of Elsa Morante. Her short stories have appeared in The New Yorker and are collected in Limbo and Other Places I Have Lived.

Contact: Micaela Morrissette, [email protected], 845-758-7054

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